Here To Serve

 

Here To Serve, originally uploaded by Paris Set Me Free.

As i write this, 50 metres from the splendidly lit Notre Dame, with a
fabulous full moon rising, i smile at the memory of the waitresses in
this café. This one was fine, but her colleague was far more
interested in strutting and smoking than serving and smiling.

i loved the lights and the easy pace; never forget: in Paris you pay
for the privilege of sitting for hours in comfort and cosiness in a
Parisian café, not for the quantity of liquid in your cup or the
quality of service, although, contrary to the opinions of certain
whinging tourists, i've never had any problems with the quality of
service. (With the quantity, yes, but again, that's my baggage.)
Funnily enough, the French seem to think the service is fine.

The rude French waiter is a myth, folks. Or at least he's no ruder
than the customers he serves. That ends this public announcement from
the Paris Tourist Board. (i've accepted some extra hours from them to
suppliment my photography work)

(a Paris iPhone street photograph by Sab Will for the 'Paris and I'
photo blog)